Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 344 Feeling powerless to shine, then curl up in a corner

"Although it's possible that the Kingdom of Lanelli extended the invitation first, the Saint Fernando Empire wouldn't work for someone else for free. The price the Kingdom of Lanelli will pay could very well be the entire countdom!"

Letting the wolf into the house?

Cuckoo taking over the nest?

Yaro wanted to laugh... but couldn't. His face was extremely grim: "So... you've all been using the lives of your people to cultivate Despair Powder?"

Red Lanelli's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly explained, "The Kingdom of Lanelli mainly produces 'Necromancer Bone Powder.' As long as our people reproduce and die normally, we can just bury them all in one place."

"You may also obtain many other materials such as Undead Flower, Dream Stone, Turbid Absorption, and Brown Crow Stone."

Necromantic bone powder is a material used in necromancy spellcasting and can also be used to cultivate many extraordinary plants. It is a very common extraordinary material, but the collection process is somewhat troublesome, and the price is very low.

Undead Flower, a potion-making material, can also be used in some special types of magic tricks. It costs around three magic stones and only appears in old graveyards where it has been cultivated for a long time.

Dream Stone, a special type, a rare item, with a wide range of uses and a high price.

The turbid breath, a special product that can only be extracted in large cities, can disrupt breathing.

Brown ochre is similar to the Chinese medicine "Ren Zhong Bai" (人中白), but the difference is that brown ochre requires a specific concentration of void energy, and the refining process is not only dirty but also very arduous.

The examples that Reid Lanelli cited, apart from the cheap Necromancer Bone Powder, showed that the production of other materials was far inferior to that of the Viscount's 'Despair Powder'.

Red Lanelli added, "Large-scale cities can also attract many monsters, from which valuable materials can be obtained."

"We completely disagree with Viscount Corey's approach; it would severely damage our long-term interests!"

Hearing these two sentences, Yaro gradually regained his composure. Looking at the young man in front of him who was pretending to be calm, he smiled bitterly to himself: "I'm not a saint myself, so how can I expect others to be? If you only focus on others, aren't you just a hypocrite?"

The Lanelli family may have had their own selfish motives, but in the end, they did indeed protect the region.

Then again, what difference would it make if we killed them all?

Ultimately, it will just be handed over to a similar wizarding family... or perhaps no one will take it over at all, leaving demons to run rampant within it.

If the Necromancer's Bone Powder and Undead Flowers are not eliminated, they will nourish even more powerful undead.

As long as the energy of dreams is not consumed, the supernatural world can use dreams to influence the world...

Although all of this involves using mortals as tools to purify and filter the energy of the void, it can still be considered a mutually beneficial and good thing.

Thinking of this, Yaro took a deep breath, looked at Red Lanelli, and earnestly confessed, "I have killed Viscount Corey. As for the reason, I will not hide it from you. It is because I could not stand his actions."

"If I were to discover that similar acts of cruelty still exist in the Kingdom of Lanelli..."

Yaro paused slightly, various threatening words flashing through his mind, and soon came up with a solution.

"...I won't look for anyone else, I'll only look for you!"

"The Moon Dance will bloom before your eyes!"

Red Lanelli's lips twitched involuntarily: "Is this... a case of being caught in the crossfire?"

"No, no, how can it be an undeserved disaster? This is just a sincere reminder to you," Yaro slowly raised his head, his expression gradually becoming calm. "I don't like to see my fellow human beings being cruelly abused. Since we live not far apart, as your neighbor, I have an obligation to remind you to avoid some dangers."

"You are threatening me."

"If that's your opinion... then I don't have a better answer."

"I don't quite understand...why?"

"Why?" The smile on Yaro's lips didn't fade, but his words carried a chilling undertone. "In mortal realms, the moral baseline is the law. The cruelest law can punish is death. The law can't touch you, but I'm different. If you cross my moral line—I will unleash the slaughter!"

Yaro was saying this to himself at the same time.

Do not engage in killing unless absolutely necessary.

Red Lanelli was silent for a moment, glanced at Yaro, and hesitated before speaking.

"Is there a problem? I won't act recklessly just because of verbal offense."

Reid Lanelli hesitated for a moment, then mustered his courage and asked, "So... is it the same when you face a formal wizard, or even one more powerful one?"

"Of course not. Perhaps I can offer a different way of reminding you."

Yaro answered very frankly, which made him seem even more sincere.

If you see injustice on the road, step in to right it. If that doesn't work, try a different approach. If that still doesn't work, write it down and come back to it when you're stronger.

If you have the strength to level an inch, level an inch; if you can level a foot, level a foot.

"Are you... bullying the weak and fearing the strong?"

Yaro shook his head: "If the sky is dark, then survive in the dark; if making a sound is dangerous, then remain silent; if you feel powerless to shine, then huddle in a corner... I am not a very noble person, but I am willing to use my power within my capabilities."

Hearing Yaro's words, Red Lanelli's eyes lit up, and he repeated to himself, "If you feel powerless to shine, then curl up in a corner..."

"Dancer Under the Moon, this is truly an exquisite poem!"

"None of the words are complicated or flashy, yet they strike right at the heart!"

Red Lanelli took a deep breath, as if savoring the moving poem, and his anxiety gradually subsided.

He believed that as long as he didn't do anything foolish, the person who said such a thing would never act without reason.

Opening his eyes, Reid Lanelli's expression became even more obsequious: "Dancer Under the Moon, I've cleared out a campsite. Would you do me the honor of inviting me for a cup of hot tea?"

"Oh?"

Yaro was somewhat surprised.

Surprisingly, despite making threats, Red Lanelli became much more candid.

Are they confident in their ability to protect themselves, or do they believe that their family's methods will not cross their bottom line?

Regardless of what Red Lanelli thought, Yaro was not prepared to refuse.

"It is my honor," Yaro said with a smile and a nod, offering some pleasant words before rising and walking down the path.

Yaro also wanted to know:

Why is Red Lanelli here?

Will a formal wizard from the Saint Fernando Empire appear here?

How long will it take before the threat to the earldom explodes, and is there any chance of saving it?

And—why does Red Lanelli keep saying he wants to visit me? Does the Lanelli wizarding family have some kind of plan?

Unbeknownst to him, Yaro had already been drawn into this troublesome vortex, and he wanted to find out exactly what had happened.

Also, will this troublesome matter have any kind of chemical reaction with the arrest warrant?

(End of this chapter)